Best Variety Poems
Limericks inspired by Linda Fowler’s Limerick - Hindsight
Pot-poetry
We've had many laughs in PoetrySoup
That lift weary hearts when they start to droop
Laughters a freebie
A sure guarantee
Sup from the soup and enjoy a good whoop.
Laughters infectious, it flows oversea
Different nations writing poetry
Yet all in one pot
The pot holds a lot
Pot-poetry full of variety.
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1st January 2021
grateful God created
a vast variety
every face born unique
how boring it would be
if the view out windows
reflected only me
Wisdom comes in different sizes.
Its shapes and colours can often surprise.
Every nugget builds inner wealth.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
They set aside views sometimes avoiding conflict real.
Voicing their concerns to no-one that matters truly,
Ones that stir the pot, while time is what they steal,
These voices in shadows sustain all that’s unruly.
Riding the severity, ripping others minds cruelly.
They have no servitude, just societies recklessness.
Hidden behind the true wealth, fading unduly,
They do not fight for reality, existing in weakness.
Those who ultimately rise for all have great consciousness.
These are the thinkers, poets, philosopher’s existing free.
Each of these set aside and speaks driving from darkness.
Creativity from mind, allows them to speak, others to see.
Humankind has vast distinct differences, of what is freedom.
Unfortunately very few times, do rulers have true wisdom?
Written for
Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest Name The Spenserian Sonnet
We made a simple particle,
it soon began to fade,
We gave it spin and mass and charge,
much longer now it stayed.
We gave it flavors strange and charm,
and soon we had quark.
Neutrino here, a photon there,
enough to fill the dark.
There was a preacher named Gunn
Who kept all the ladies on the run.
He caught quite a few
And first thing he knew
The pews were full of sons of Gunn.
It's a taken, never a given--
It's spice? Variety ecstasy driven.
One at a time, for me that works best,
Though often I'll think of the last or the next.
One at a time, so get in her line--
You'll be glad that you did, at least for a time.
Smile and relax! Smoke or drink wine--
Then, back to your life until the next time.
Some eyes are blue;
Some eyes are brown.
Variety makes
The world around.
Some hair is black,
Some hair is white,
One day is made up
Of darkness and light
Skin colors differ,
It must be said,
But one thing is true:
All blood is red.
Civilizations used white to mitigate the lack of black.
Black is not just skin color but also a human spirit.
Imagine indigenous people having red skin plaque!!
While things seem disastrous, it is just painted on it.
Civility will be total only If all races are treated fairly.
Thus, do not squander your life if time runs limited.
Not the same as 1960s; CRT has no sign of diversity.
CRT prep does not contain a notion of finitude.
Light exposes everything in some way or another.
The sight of a wacky mind is preferred above others.
Superior words develop at the moment they recover.
There is no compelling reason to blame our ancestors.
Nature will piddle it happen if she so discovers.
Life develops for its own durability.
Shaded Earths mutate regularly.
To preserve impartiality, we should be blind.
For exploring, notice the hues of parental rind.
Our fragility leads to family growth progeny.
It is plausible to identify prominence.
When do we have complete awareness?
People are forced to crack without food. ?
Without the deemed necessary mood.
CRT is a crucial forerunner of our world's drooping.
And we're all equal; all have the endowment to evolving.
The modern age is replete with hate; thus, let's end it.
Let's not fail to renew forgiveness to the world's past.
Written: June 20, 2021
Critical Race Theory Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
How many stupid do you need?
We’ve an entire variety of breed.
All of them are highly qualified.
In all absurd they’re specialized.
You can get from them only criticism.
Or else rules and manners of modernism.
Well trained in tackling the flock.
And in handling the situation after giving the shock.
Alas, Alas! Their increasing thirst.
Bound to their utilitarianism first.
Great liars and great actors on the face of earth
Found specially in official capacity
People of authority are fool of first water
If they think human authority stays forever.
A liquorice sweet has a real variety
has been popular for many years
liquorice allsorts are everyone's fav
such a mixture makes one hit the gear
A cold remedy really needs full flavour
blackcurrant and liquorice sweets a real cure
to get you moving, drive Catherine's Wheel
so it's really tasty makes it the real deal
Now quite diverse is Liq Torpedoes
your taste buds feel a sure-fire hit
from there you can have Liq Comfits
too many will make you unfit
When one is offered a cake dessert
you think its a sponge in soft cream
but Pontefract Cakes are so different
Liquorice small tablets, not what they seem
Now also there's Cream Rock and Liq Sticks
too many to mention including Black Jacks
these were the days of liquorice delight
lovely memories of your tasty sweet rack!
(Just a little piece from my memories of favourite liquorice sweets in my younger days.)
From time to time
I look at my lawn
Which makes me yawn
So I try to design
By expanding the mind
To get in sync
As I try to think
Of landscaping rhymes
I plant a hedgerow
For all to see
Poetic esprit
With creative tempo
Then in go some flowers
Of which nothing’s sweeter
Than blossoming meter
That amuse by the hour
It’s so fun to disperse
Over the grounds
Sights so profound
Rosy in verse
And the flora beat
Soothes the senses
Along the fences
A rhythmical feat
Since all is in bloom
I soak in the scene
Of a new rhyming scheme
That purges my gloom
11/19/2015, entered in any poem written this week
the tide like clockwork rushes in
reeling in summertime memories and such
joy comes in all shapes and sizes
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Throughout the years, my kids had
A variety of hats,
Along with all the books and dolls
And games and baseball bats.
A few were parts of costumes
Or vacation souvenirs,
While others served as props
For princesses or buccaneers.
Though most have long been cast away,
Some managed to hang on –
The pirate and top hats are here;
The cowboy hats are gone.
Yet still, I felt a little pang
When throwing out the trash
And there, with all the magazines
Was something from the stash.
A plastic Viking headpiece
With, on either side, a horn.
I have a photo of my son
From when that hat was worn.
It served its purpose and is now
Bashed up and way too small.
Though I felt sad to throw it out,
My son won’t care at all.
My wife wish variety in a bed,
And I never argue with her at all.
She sleeping now by the wall,
But for me -the edge not so bad?